You question the man whose family jewels you smashed about his name and ID. He says he is Private Johann Nussbaum, and he points out that it is written on his uniform jacket, which you are currently wearing. You then ask him about his family, and he starts rambling, and you learn a few things about this man you most likely sterilized with your knee, such as the fact that his only living relative is his mother, who lives in Austria. After that you ask him about police codes, and he says he can't really think of any, but, if you need to know them, his code book is in his jacket pocket which, again, you are wearing.
Once you are done questioning and getting acquainted with this man whose bean bags you just squashed, you proceed to beat him into unconsciousness with the butt of his own rifle. He's probably dead now or, at least, suffered some brain damage, so it's quite likely he won't be able to tell anyone about what you did to him. Good job on that.
You then proceed to the nearby pub to spend the (mostly likely dead) man's money on booze for yourself, but not before letting all the patrons know about said man and that you thought you saw his assailant head into the bookstore next door. You let a sizable group of concerned citizens deal with the situation while you stay here and get smashed.
About an hour later, another guard comes into the bar.
"There you are Private -" he pulls out a piece of paper and glances at it"- Nussbaum. I'm here to replace you on watch. Why aren't you at your post? I heard a man was assaulted and fell into a coma near your station. Why didn't you report it?"
Guard's uniform (worn)
Guard's hat (worn)
Guard's rifle (slung on back)
Hobo rags
Ratty top hat
Several bottles of booze
Hobo Harpoon Gun
Zeppelin City Guard Code Book (in Guard's uniform jacket pocket)
Knowledge of Hobo Jiu-Jitsu
The knowledge that you have done something terrible to a fellow human being
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